Mrs. Dylan held a tray in one hand, on which was an exquisite crown, inlaid with diamonds and crystals, which looked dazzling. In fact, the crown was not worth much money. The girls who were invited were all extremely wealthy and could buy a hundred of them without any problem. What they valued was the honor that the crown represented.
The banquet hall fell into an unusual silence as everyone turned to look at Mrs. Dylan, including Julie and Gongsun Yao, who both coveted the crown.
"After a unanimous vote by myself and the other ladies, the princess for tonight's gala is Princess Basha from Country T. Her performance has amazed us!"
Mrs. Dylan's words surprised everyone. They couldn't believe their ears. No one expected it to be the inconspicuous Princess Basha.
Even Princess Julie wasn't this surprised!
The crown was ostensibly awarded to the girl who performed best at the ball, but it was actually predetermined from the very beginning. Mrs. Dylan wasn't just throwing a ball for fun; everything she did was for her own benefit.
Therefore, the princesses of previous balles all came from privileged backgrounds and from countries that were on good terms with Lady Dylan. These were the most important factors. As for appearance and talent, these were secondary. As long as they weren't extremely ugly or stupid, they could easily be packaged as rich and beautiful.
The original choice for the ball princess was Ye Qingqing, not only because of Miao Tianxiang, but also because Mrs. Dylan valued the snow skin cream in Ye Qingqing's possession and the huge market in China, all of which tempted her.
But now that Princess Basha has suffered such a great injustice at the ball, Lady Dylan must give the T royal family an explanation. She also sympathizes with Basha and this is a small consolation to make the girl feel better. It can also improve her status, as her title of ball princess is quite prestigious.
Basha herself couldn't believe it and stood there stunned for a long time without reacting. Ye Qingqing nudged her, "Hurry up and go up!"
She then came to her senses, quickly went up on the stage, and bowed to Mrs. Dylan in the T country's customary greeting, repeatedly saying thank you.
Mrs. Dylan looked at her with sympathy, placed the crown on her head herself, and said earnestly, "Child, life is full of hardships. I hope you can be strong and make it to the end. I wish you happiness!"
Basha's eyes reddened. She understood Mrs. Dylan's good intentions and nodded. "Thank you for your guidance, Madam. I will remember it."
Mrs. Dylan smiled slightly. This was all she could do to help. From now on, Basha would have to walk her own path. But she would definitely settle this score with Julie. No one could cause trouble in her territory.
Wearing an exquisite crown, Basha's smile brightened. She bowed to everyone and expressed her gratitude. The other female guests were surprised but didn't take it seriously; in fact, they breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that it was given to Basha. Anyway, she won't compete with them for anything. She's just an insignificant little princess. This is the best outcome.
But Gongsun Yao and Julie couldn't swallow this insult, especially Julie, whose jealousy spread like wildfire, making her hate Basha even more, and her eyes filled with growing murderous intent.
She spent so much effort and money to win the crown, and it seemed so close, but that little bitch Basha snatched it away. Julie wished she could strangle that slut right now.
Once she gets back to the palace, she'll definitely teach that bitch a lesson!
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